Clyde flies twice and I sleep long
Saturday, January 29, 2011 at 12:45PM 
You know all those mornings when I wake up shortly after I go to sleep, after getting just three or four hours of interrupted sleep? Those mornings when maybe I head off to breakfast alone in the solitude of early morning Family Restaurant?
This morning it happened just the opposite. I slept and slept and slept. I did wake up a few times, very briefly. I would look at the clock and then go right back to sleep. When I took my final glance at the clock, it read 10:03 AM. I still felt very sleepy, like I wanted to sleep and sleep some more, but, it was after 10:00. It was time to get up.
So, I closed my eyes for just a few seconds, resolved and fortified my mind, then got up, did what needed to be done and headed out to the kitchen to get my oatmeal.
When I stepped into the kitchen, I noticed that the clock read 11:45 AM!
Over one-hour and forty minutes had passed in the few seconds between the time I looked at the clock at 10:03 AM to the moment I forced myself out of bed!
My point is, I used up all my blogging time for today in sleep. So, instead, I am just going to quickly present these two images that I took in the fall of 1992 showing our late, great, Clyde. Little Clyde Texaco.
Clyde was a bad cat. He was the baddest of all the cats that ever graced this household. The baddest.
Oh, but he was a good cat!
And he was an aviator. He knew how to fly. Here are two of his flights.
I will do "Contemplating the future of this blog, part 3" Monday.
Tomorrow, Sunday, I have a funeral to go to at noon and I have a good many non-blog things that I want to do today, so it is a cinch that I will not have time to post part 3 tomorrow - but I will put something up - something short, quick, and simple, like I just did today.
Reader Comments (4)
I learned a long time ago that it's fruitless to worry about getting too little sleep. If I'd wake up at 4 a.m., I'd just get up and have coffee and read. Sometimes, an hour or so later, my eyes would droop and the magnetic force of the bed would begin to draw me toward it. Then I'd sleep for another couple of hours.
Fretting about it was counter-productive, I found. Fretting wasn't getting me back to sleep, but *not fretting was relaxing. When my body really *needed more sleep - as you found out today, Bill - then I would sleep. I am amazed, though, that given the amount of exercise you get - walking 4 miles, 7 miles - you don't sleep the moment your head hits the pillow. Go figure.
Glad you finally got some solid sack time in, though!
I have had insomnia since, well, it's been over 15 years. I finally got to stop worrying I was going to fall asleep at work because I'd only slept an hour the night before when I became jobless. Being self employed does have the upside of "I'd like to nap now" and thanks to Facebook, Twitter and the internet I can wake up at 2:00am and talk to someone from half-way around the world. Or another insomniac right down the road. And if I get up at 2 and decide to go back to bed at 4 and roll over and sleep some more at 10 the only 'boss' yelling at me is one of the cats.
I'm so glad to hear you got a good rest!
I was so happy to see Clyde on the screen when I pulled up your blog today. I laughed at first. And then cried. I was over come by all those tiny memories of flight, light and love that that damned cat and all the others have brought into our lives. Thanks pop, thanks for capturing so many of those moments! I hope even more restful sleep is in your very near future.